That scowling almost prompts a response from Korrin, who doesn't want to see the mood of the evening sour if she can possibly help it. That Sera takes care of it herself by snagging whiskey is much appreciated and that she does it in such obvious, fluid skill gets an admiring grin from the Vashoth woman. Showing off is totally acceptable, and Korrin would be a hypocrite if she decried its use, given her own antics.

"Ha! That was brilliant. Those stumbling oafs deserve to have the better stuff taken away from them when there's clearly someone who can handle it better. Besides, who among them is even going to be awake to appreciate it after this?

And yeah, more or less. Some of us have horns like that, but there's a shit-ton of variety. We definitely don't all look the same." And her horns are far more awesome than a dumb ox's, or at least she thinks so.